Sapokanikan Joanna Newsom
(Verse 1)
The [C]cause is [D]Ozy[F]mandian
The [C]map of [D]Sap[F]okanikan
Is [C]sanded and [G]bevelled
The [Bb]land lorn and [F]levelled
By [Am]some unr[D#]ecorded and[Dm] powerful[D#] hand
(Verse 2)
Which [C]plays a[D]long the[F] monument
And [C]drums u[D]pon a[F] plastic bag
[C] [G] [Bb] [F]
The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God-
[Am] [D#] [Dm] [D#]
And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag
(Chorus)
Sang[Bb]: D[Gm]o you [D#]love [Bb]me?
[Bb]Wil[Gm]l you r[D#]eme[Bb]mber?
The[Bb] snow[Gm] falls[D#] above[Bb] me
The[Bb] re[Gm]nderer[D#] re[Bb]nders:
The [F]event is [D#]in the[Gm] hand of God
(Verse 3)
Be[C]neath a [D]patch of [F]grass, her
[C]Bones the [D]old Dutch [F]master hid
While [C]elsewhere [G]Tobias
And the[Bb] angel [F]disguise
What the[Am] scholars su[D#]rmise was a[Dm] mother and[D#] kid
(Verse 4)
[C]Interred with [D]other [F]daughters
In [C]dirt in [D]other [F]potters' fields
[C]Above them, [G]parades
Mark the[Bb] passing of [F]days
Through[Am] parks where pale[D#] colonnades arch in[Dm] marble and[D#] steel
(Chorus)
[Bb]Where all of the twenty[Gm]-thousand attending your[D#] foo[Bb]tfall
And the[Bb] causes they died[Gm] for are lost in the[D#] idling bird [Bb]calls
And the[Bb] records they left are[Gm] cryptic at best
Lost i[D#]n obsol[Bb]escence
The[Bb] text will not yield, nor[Gm] x-ray reveal
With[D#] any fluore[Bb]scence
Where the [F]hand of the[D#] master b[Gm]egins and[G#] ends
I[Bb] fell, I[Gm] tried to do well but I[D#] won't[Bb] be
Will you[Bb] tell the[Gm] one that I love to r[D#]emember and hold[Bb] me
I[Bb] call and[Gm] call for the[D#] do[Bb]ctor
But the[Bb] snow s[Gm]wallows me whole with ol'[D#] Florry[Bb] Walker
And the [F]event lives[D#] only in[Gm] print
(Outro)
He[C#] said:
"It's[Bb] alright"
And [C]"It's all over now"
And[Am] boarded the[Dm] plane
His [Bb]belt unfastened
The [C]boy was known to show[Am] unusual[Dm] daring
And, called a [Bb]"boy"
This[C] alderman, confounding[Am] Tammany[Dm] Hall
In[Bb] whose employ[C] King Tamanend himself[Am] preceeded John's[Dm] fall
So we al[Bb]l raise a standard
To[C] which the wise and honest[Am] soul may[Dm] repair
To which[Bb] a hunter
A hundred year[C]s from now, may[Am] look and[Dm] despair
And[Bb] see with wonder
The[C] tributes we have left to[Am] rust in the[Dm] parks
Swearing th[Bb]at our hair stood on end
To see[C] John Purroy[Am] Mitchel d[Dm]epart
For the Western[Bb] fron[C]t where our[Am] work might[Dm] count
[Bb]O mercy[C]! [Am]O G[Dm]od!
Go[Bb] out, await the hu[C]nter to d[Am]ecipher the[Dm] stone
[Bb]And what lies un[C]der the c[Am]ity [Dm]is [Bb]gon[C]e[Am] [Dm] [Bb] [C] [Am] [Dm]
L[Bb]ook and d[C]es[Am]pair[Dm]
L[Bb]ook and d[C]es[Am]pair[Dm]
Bb C Am Dm (Fade out)
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